The Hunger!

[whackadoodle1]

I thought of giving this a cheezy B-movie type title like: "The Amoeba Woman" at first, but I don't want to downgrade this story any more than it possibly is already. This is my first try at a work of fetish fiction. Normally I write more serious fare like Fanfics and actual works of SCI-FI.

Drawing from that background is what helped me come up with the idea behind this story. I tried to be as original as possible with the premise, but it seems like every possible angle has been tried already with other authors before me. So if you've seen something like this before, I'm sorry, but I am NOT stealing.

The first part deals with some process and kind of sets up the storyline a little. Part 2 will come out probably sometime next week and give you a little background, plus some more process. As a fun bonus, try to guess from the clues I left where exactly this story takes place. Not just the country, but what part of it? I left several clues to tantalize you with. Otherwise, just enjoy and be gentle with the comments please?

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CHAPTER ONE: SUBJECT "201"

She had no name. She had no memory. She had no identity, save for a simple ID number embroidered on the left breast area of her dark green jumpsuit.

"Subject No. 201." That?s all the men in white coats had called her during her captivity in the heart of their underground laboratory.

?Patient Two-Oh-One, on your feet,? they?d bark at her. ?Time for your daily shot.?

?Two-Oh-One! Time to wake up! The Doctor is going to test you again,? they?d sneer.

?Eat your slop, Two-Oh-One. Or you won?t get to eat at all tomorrow!?

201 didn?t know what the word ?abuse? meant, but she did know that she did not enjoy her captivity in the laboratory. They poked her. They prodded her. They stuck her with sharp objects called ?shots? and ?needles?. They fed her slimy food she had to drink from her dish because she couldn?t use her hands. It was horrible the way they treated her! She looked just like them, but she was different. They treated her as somehow less than they were. Something repulsive, unwanted, yet somehow necessary to their work.

That was why she ran. She might not remember who she was, or how she came to be in that awful place, but she did know there was a world outside of the lab. A place that might be better. She didn?t know where to run, only that she ran far away. As far from the white coats and padded cells and snarling guard dogs as her legs could carry her.

They pursued her, of course. They followed with helicopters, dogs, trucks, motorcycles, boats, everything they could bring to bear. Their tactics changed with the time of day and the changing terrain. But somehow 201 stayed ahead of them all.

Three days ago, she?d lost them.

Or at least she thought she did. There were no thumping rotor blades in the distance to be heard. No motors or barking dogs. No gunfire or shouting men. There was only the benign noises of the forest. The wind in the trees and the animals making noises all about. The babbling of the brook was particularly soothing and comforting to her, for she had to stop frequently to drink from it.

The brook also gave her direction. She followed its flow down the steady slope of the mountains to the valley below.

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It had been three days since she?d lost her pursuers. Five total since she?d broken free of the lab. She was dreadfully hungry and weak in the limbs. But she was ill equipped to catch any food. She tried eating some berries growing on a bush, but that only gave her diarrhea. Just walking required massive effort now. If she had to exert the effort required to scale a small hill, it set her to panting, as if she?d run a mile without stopping. Her stomach snarled in her belly and shot burning gasses up her chest. Her heart constantly fluttered and pounded.

Just as she was at the very peak of hunger, 201 stumbled on the first sign of human habitation. It was a lonely log cabin by the side of the brook she?d followed. Her diligence in following the water had paid off at last! She didn?t know what was in that house, but if there were people, there was food. That much she knew. Even if it was the same slop they forced down her throat at the lab, she?d still enjoy it. Right now she was on the verge of finding the grass underfoot appetizing.

With her stomach virtually roaring within her, she stumbled to the front door and tried to open it. It was locked. She pounded on the planks desperately, but no answer came.

201 was growing despondent. Her reserves of energy were nearly depleted. Panting, she looked to her left and saw a window, paned in glass, about five feet off the wooden porch.

Crawling on her hands and knees, she first tried to hoist the window open by hand. When it didn?t budge, being locked itself, she gave in to her growing hysteria and smashed her fist through the glass as hard as she could.
The pain brought tears to her eyes, but she didn?t care. She thrust her bleeding hands through the hole in the glass and tore the shards away, cutting herself more in the process! She didn?t care! She knew food was inside! She could practically smell it! She had to have it!

Clambering through the broken window, 201 landed on the floor inside and laid there for a moment, catching her breath. Her exertions had been her hardest in days, and her starved body protested both her efforts and her blood loss. Looking at her hands, 201 noticed the pain was lessening. To her surprise, she saw the cuts beginning to heal right before her eyes! The glass shards sticking out of her palms and fingers were pushed out in seconds! Moments later they were as before. No pain. No blood.

201 would have been more surprised had she known that no normal human could heal that fast, and if her stomach wasn?t already spurring her to her hands and knees again to crawl into the kitchen. She burrowed through every cupboard and the ice box and dug out every brightly colored box of what looked like food. She then dug in.

Some of it was unpalatable. The box of dried macaroni was too crunchy and tasteless for her liking, but the loaf of bread and block of cheese was good. As was the uncooked fish wrapped in tin foil. The tin foil was most definitely not part of the bargain, and left her teeth literally vibrating in agony! She scooped jam out of the mason jar with her hand and shoved the sticky substance into her mouth. It was slimy like her lab food, but very, very good.

On and on she ate until there was nothing left to eat. Still, she wasn?t satisfied. All that food and she couldn?t stop the hunger! Though she did have more energy, 201 was still hungry for something else? but what?!

Suddenly a melody stopped her foraging. Someone was whistling a song as he marched out of the woods and toward the house. 201 froze in fear, unable to process what to do next. What if he saw her? Would he hand her back to the white coats? Would he kill her for breaking his glass? Or could he possibly help her somehow? Wracked with indecision, 201 decided to wait and see.

The whistling stopped just short of the house. The person must have noticed the broken window by now.

?What the fuck?!? a man?s voice grunted. Pounding footsteps echoed up the wooden steps to the front porch, and then the door almost exploded off its hinges. A hulking, but handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing a red flannel shirt, blue jeans, brown, mud-covered boots, and carrying a woodcutting axe filled the doorway.

201 jerked in fear, but didn?t run. Her eyes were literally plastered to the man?s face. Something about his features awakened the hunger in her even more! She couldn?t run if she wanted to. If she did, it might be right toward him. 201 could not explain this sudden attraction to the man, but it held her in its grip like a vice.

It didn?t take long for the man to settle his gaze on 201 as she crouched underneath the dining room table. At first he looked mad and dangerous, but as he looked at her face his expression softened. She was dirty and emaciated. Her jump suit was tattered from running through underbrush for the better part of a week. Her feet were bare and calloused.

?Who are you?? he asked in a low, booming voice. ?Why did you break into my house??

201 crawled out from under the table, her eyes riveted to his. This hunger? it was driving her mad! ?Two-Oh-One?? she managed to stammer out. ?Hungry??

The man looked confused, but he walked over to her anyway. ?You?re hungry, huh? How long you been out in the wilderness? You look terrible! Where did you get lost from?? He looked at her orange jumpsuit and his brow furrowed. ?What are you from the prison or something??

?Lab?? she managed to say. She couldn?t quite talk like he could. Nobody had bothered to teach her language skills.

At the word, ?Lab?, the man?s eyes became momentarily incensed. Then he seemed to come to a decision in his mind. ?You just wait over here on the couch. I?ll be right back. I?m calling the Mounties!?

He lifted 201 up and laid her down on the couch. She was very light. Her blonde hair was ragged and decorated with dried leaves. He couldn?t see beneath the jumpsuit, but she looked thin enough to probably count all her ribs. Despite this, her breasts were huge! They looked almost out of place on her body as skinny as the rest of her was. She was short too. Only about five feet tall if he was any judge. Her blue eyes were wide as a newborn baby taking in the world for the first time. Were she not so starved and skinny she might have been hot.

The man placed 201 on the sofa and started to head for the phone. He stepped into the kitchen and stopped to look around. He must have seen all the garbage laying on the floor because he cursed again under his breath and shot at look at 201 back over his shoulder.

?You ate enough food to feed a bear for a week, girlie!? he said in astonishment. ?Guess it?s been maybe a week since you last ate, ?ey??

She didn?t really understand, but she nodded anyway.

The man went to the phone and dialed a short number. For several minutes 201 watched him talk to someone on the other line. Occasionally he looked at her and then turned away to talk some more.

?Look just get a man over here! This girlie?s been starved and abused from the looks of her! We need to find these bastards who did this to her and do something about them! Hell it could even be that kidnapper you guys were looking for! The one on the news?? Okay? Okay, I?ll be here, don?t you worry? Yes I?ll keep her here, what do you think I?m going to do, hide her from you? Okay? fine.?

The man hung up the phone and looked back at 201. He stepped into the room and put his hands in his pockets. He looked uncomfortable. ?My name is ?Earl?, by the way,? he introduced himself. ?I didn?t catch your name??

?Two-Oh-One,? said 201.

?That?s a number, not a name. Ain?t you got a name?? Earl emphasized.
201 cringed a bit from his tone. She didn?t understand. She?d already told him twice. Was that not supposed to be her name?

Earl studied her for a moment, then nodded as if understanding something. ?You must have that? watchamacallit? Amnesia, or something. Well don?t worry. The Mounties will come and sort shit out. You?re safe here with me. Do you know who was chasing you??

201 felt the hunger come roaring back the longer she gazed at Earl. She reached her hand out to him. Somehow this man must know of a way to satisfy her. He was her only hope. She had to chase away this horrible hunger!

Earl, in sympathy, walked toward her and grabbed her hand. ?Don?t worry, honey. Don?t be afraid.?

?Hungry!? 201 exclaimed, lunging at him. She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. ?Hungry!?

?Okay, okay! I--whoa! Hold on a sec there girlie?? Earl blushed, not knowing how to react next. She kept saying hungry, but was throwing herself at him like a horny prostitute out of the streets of Vancouver!

Somehow, clinging to Earl like this made her feel less hungry. The roaring in her stomach subsided somewhat. Her body began to feel warm and tingly instead. It was a pleasurable feeling. Suddenly the tension she?d been feeling the past few days bled out from her in waves. She tightened her grip on Earl. She felt her hands sink into his back a little.

Earl suddenly felt horny. He pushed 201 away and looked at her earnest blue eyes before kissing her roughly. His tongue burrowed past her lips and down her throat, and 201?s eyes rolled back in sheer bliss. Now the feeling was stronger and the hunger was subsiding even more.

When Earl broke her grip to strip his shirt off, he noticed her hands seemed to peel off of him like they were covered in fly paper. Her legs felt a bit mushy, but he paid no mind to it. He was suddenly horny enough to rape the statue of liberty! He tore his clothes off hastily and then set to work on 201?s jumpsuit. The Mounty was coming soon and he had very little time. If this girl wanted his body, so be it!

201 laid there as he stripped naked. Suddenly her anticipation spiked. She didn?t know what was about to happen, but her body seemed to. She spread her legs, even as Earl nearly dove on top of her and tried to find a way out of her jumpsuit.

Several minutes later, Earl?s desperation grew. Her suit had no buttons or zippers. It was like someone had just stitched the clothing right onto her. It was all one piece too, which ruled out simply stripping her like he had himself. His hardon was raging between his legs. It was standing taller and more rigid than ever before in his entire life! Those breasts! Those wonderfully large breasts! He had to have them in his hands!!

201 reached up and grabbed Earl?s tool in her fist. It seemed to call to her. Was that the source of her hunger? Could it possibly feed her need? Her body was tingling all over so badly she almost felt nothing else besides.

As soon as she grabbed his cock, Earl finally snapped and threw caution and all sense of propriety to the wind. He took the jumpsuit material in both fists and tore the material violently open. Her breasts were exposed, causing him to almost whoop in joy as he finished shucking her from her garments.

201 groaned in anticipation as she was stripped nude. Again she leaped up from her perch and wrapped herself bodily around him. A tremendous heat bloomed in both her loins and her belly as soon as skin made contact with skin. Earl shoved her down onto his cock and plunged into her pussy with an almost animalistic grunt.

Both Earl and 201 cried out with release almost immediately. For 201 it was the first time she could remember feeling so fulfilled. For Earl, it was the first time in almost a year since he?d fucked a girl. Both of them came almost immediately upon entry, but still both pressed on. Earl?s hard on seemed to sink a little deeper into 201?s loins. The heat buildup began to reach a crescendo.

201 suddenly squeezed her thighs around Earl?s hips and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades. What happened next astonished both parties.

201?s fingertips sunk into Earl?s flesh without drawing any blood. At the same time her thighs seemed to sink into his hip bones even though that should have been impossible. Earl felt the intrusion into his body, but oddly enough there was no pain. Only pleasure.

Neither realized what was really happening. While they rutted and screamed in pleasure, Earl?s body seemed to begin to melt. First 201?s fingers, then her entire hands, seemed to merge with his back muscles. Her legs began to press further inward, bending his torso inward and mushing it like silly putty!

Earl?s crotch began to sink further into 201?s snatch, until suddenly the flesh which was once separate began to melt together. 201?s breasts mashed and nearly flattened against Earl?s hairy chest, then began to spring back upward, at the same time disappearing beneath Earl?s skin.

Earl was so lost in ecstasy he could not care to notice this otherwise terrifying chain of events. 201 understood. This was what she hungered for. It all became clear to her now! Earl?s body was what she needed to fuel her energy stores. His mass was joining with hers and providing her with the nourishment her body needed. Her legs entwined around his and wrapped like snakes about his limbs. Earl?s hands sank into her back. Earl dipped his face into the crook of 201?s neck and a sucking sensating accompanied the mergence of his face to her body.

All sound from Earl ceased as his body sank into 201?s more and more. He still pumped and rocked back and forth, but now it seemed to be less a voluntary act and more of a reflex. His melting brain sending a few last desperate impulses down his liquefying spinal column.

Both bodies, intertwined, took on a blob-like, amorphous shape, almost like a giant pink amoeba thrashing about on the couch cushions. For a few short moments there was only 201?s head sticking up from an indecipherable mass of flesh made up of both people?s combined flesh.

Then, as the last of Earl?s body became indistinct from this throbbing, pulsating monstrosity, something began to happen to 201. The bag of flesh shuddered, then began to morph into a new shape. Slowly but surely, new limbs grew from the flesh where arms and legs should be. Two giant mounds rose from what was once Earl?s backside. A portion of the flesh sunk in and began to resemble a navel, even as, just eight inches below that, another hole began to sinkhole inward, forming a new cleft.

The growing legs hit the end of the couch, then slowly spread out and draped slowly over the arm. On the other end, 201?s head made contact with the other arm and forced her into a slightly upright position.

The two pulsating mounds began to form large nipples, each the size of shot glasses. The forming breasts were even larger than before, now about the size of large watermelons, yet still looking in proportion to the rest of the growing body. One of 201?s arms draped over the back of the couch and grew until her fingers were barely brushing the floor. Her other arm lay off the front, and fully three quarters of its length was in contact with the bearskin rug.

201?s body throbbed and formed larger and larger, until finally she shuddered to a stop. When the growth finally ceased, 201?s head was in contact with the wall; her feet were nearly flat on the floor with the knees about even with the couch arm. Her arms were almost three feet long by themselves!
She opened her eyes at last. She was finally satisfied for now. She looked down at her new giant form. She didn?t know any real numbers other than her name, but the casual observer would place her at about eleven feet tall! Had she the knowledge of what had just happened, she would know that she had just added all of Earl?s former height, weight, density, and overall mass to her own. Once barely sixty inches tall, she?d just absorbed Earl?s 71 inch frame to that, making her a freakish 131 inches from head to toe!

201 slowly stood up, only the nine foot ceiling prevented her from standing up straight, so she crouched on her knees instead, looking around at the smaller room. Somehow? being this big made her feel? not as vulnerable. Stronger. More confident. If the white coats came after her now, she might be able to fight back.

But a gnawing concern kicked at her consciousness. Putting a finger to her mouth, 201 wondered?

If she should grow hungry again? Who would be around to feed her?

TO BE CONTINUED?

[BrainDead]

.......................cool!!!

[gts4me]

Whoa. I wouldn't say this aroused me because it didn't, but it was really neat to read. I liked the story.

[Eviscerator]

...The math does not add up.

[gts4me]

Originally Posted by Eviscerator

...The math does not add up.

I think it does. Show us where it doesn't add up.

[KeiichiRX7]

if you double someone height (for simplification, 201's height more than doubled) and all else stays in proportion then thier mass increases 8 fold (hxwxd)

explain where all the extra mass came from?

[gammera1976]

Nice story. And always remember friends: Science Fiction NEVER follows the laws of physics.

[whackadoodle1]

The idea was that 201's mass combined with Earl's and created something bigger. I was really only concerned about height when crunching the numbers. Do we really have to split hairs with a work of fetish fiction? This isn't something I want to actually do research on, just something I want to have fun with. Is that too much to ask?

[EchoWing]

Originally Posted by gammera1976

Nice story. And always remember friends: Science Fiction NEVER follows the laws of physics.

Some science fiction does. Just ask Arthur C. Clarke or Joe Straczynski.

Odd and slightly creepy.

Eh, what do I know?

[thejakeman]

Nitpicky fetishists

LOL